Grief by the firelight.

A 4AM revelation.

Its 4:30 am, Im sipping on a cup of really good coffee. Its decaf (I know…but keep it to yourself please) Yes, Ive made the switch because well, my nervouse system could really use a break. Anyway, the coffee is really good. Ive lit a fire to cut the chill of an early fall morning and its just me, this coffee and the halloween colours of this fire light, and now the din of the laptop that Im writing this on. Just me and all of those things and my pal grief. I’m grieving hard, but in the best way possible, but grieving nonetheless. I feel grief for a lot of things, a world gone seemingly insane, bombing children (You think that in itself would be enough in the times were living in to get us to band together and say enough) but it isnt. We’re not that evolved yet. And the seemingly endless election cycles, grieving for our collective insanity. I’m grieving for a band that ive been a part of on and off for the past 20 years (The Cariboo Express) has decided to end this year. (When will i see them all again?) But mostly I’m grieving the death of my friend Ryan. He was tragically taken away from this world last week in a very traumatic accident in my former hometown of Lethbridge. My friends and found family are in an unimaginable amount of greif. I want to be there with them and for them but I am unable to get there right now. But I grieve with them and for him. My friend Ryan was one of a kind, I dont know too many people like him to be honest. Always searching, never satisfied but always with a handsome smile and sense of adventure and a whole pile of love and faith in his heart. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of years, since I left Lethbridge but I happened to run into him when I was there on tour a couple months back, we were able to catch up and have a hug, who could’ve guessed it would be the last?

Death is inevitable, and grief is the way through it, I know that, but this one was hard to fathom. When we lose someone we love, its hard not to see them everywhere we go, songs remind us of them and memories come flooding in. That’s a nice thing I think. So my beautiful friend Ryan, I will honor your memory thorugh acts of kindness and adventure, through loving my children and doing my part to take care of yours in anyway I can.

 Onward we go through the din of the laptop light. It’s beautiful.

Peace be unto you.

P.S If youd like to leanr more about Ryan and support his family, please consider donating to this.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/please-support-ryan-abernathys-family